The Hind and the Panther.
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These to rescind, and Peerage to restore,
My gracious Sov'reign wou'd my vote implore:
I owe him much, but owe my conscience more.
My gracious Sov'reign wou'd my vote implore:
I owe him much, but owe my conscience more.
Conscience is then your Plea, reply'd the Dame,
Which well-inform'd will ever be the same.
But yours is much of the Camelion hew,
To change the dye with ev'ry diff'rent view.
When first the Lyon sat with awfull sway
Your conscience taught you duty to obey:
He might have had your Statutes and your Test,
No conscience but of subjects was profess'd.
He found your temper, and no farther try'd,
But on that broken reed your church rely'd.
In vain the sects assay'd their utmost art
With offer'd treasure to espouse their part,
Their treasures were a bribe too mean to move his heart.
But when by long experience you had proov'd,
How far he cou'd forgive, how well he lov'd;
Which well-inform'd will ever be the same.
But yours is much of the Camelion hew,
To change the dye with ev'ry diff'rent view.
When first the Lyon sat with awfull sway
Your conscience taught you duty to obey:
He might have had your Statutes and your Test,
No conscience but of subjects was profess'd.
He found your temper, and no farther try'd,
But on that broken reed your church rely'd.
In vain the sects assay'd their utmost art
With offer'd treasure to espouse their part,
Their treasures were a bribe too mean to move his heart.
But when by long experience you had proov'd,
How far he cou'd forgive, how well he lov'd;
A good-